The Werewolf Girl (Camren)

Chapter 19: Lost On You

A/N: Not proofread!!!!!!!

Lauren's POV:

June 13, 2015

Giving the nice brunette waitress a generous tip while we shared a very interesting conversation about her annoying co-worker didn't took me long. Thinking back to the situation it wasn't any longer than five minutes. Sitting at the bar counter waiting for Camila while checking my e-mails four and when the twelve minute mark passed by I started worrying. Camila isn't usually the type of woman to take up too much time in the restroom.

Sliding out of my seat I pushed my way through a group of young people who were standing near the makeshift stage, dancing and singing on the top of their lungs along to the newest pop songs the band was covering. When I entered the hallway which lead to the bathroom, I turned right after I passed by the men's restroom door. I saw that at the end of the corridor was the wood-door leading to the women's restroom but no sign of my wife yet. Stepping closer my shoe kicked something so the object connected accompanied by a thump with the wood door. Looking down to the ground I saw a slim purse laying on the ground right in front of the room door. Camila's grey purse.

Picking it up and pulling it against my chest I entered the restroom in a hurry. This whole situation seemed weird to me. As I found out later my feeling was right.

"Camila?"

"Are you here?"

"Camz?"

Checking every stall desperately in search of my latina, there was still no sign of the shorter brunette when I reached the last one. I still remember the way my heart started to race uncomfortably against my ribcage. How it got harder to breathe with every single breath I took.

'Keep your shit together Lauren!'

Exiting the restroom and opening the door which was located to my right I found myself in the bar-restaurant's storage room. No Camila.

Looking around the dark room I could make out a door behind the shelves, filled up with rows of beer barrels. Stepping closer I figured out that it had to be an emergency exit but the lock was busted, so everyone could literally just enter and leave the bar as they want to. Exiting the building through the back door, I found myself standing in a filthy alley right behind the bar. Nothing but brick walls and some trash cans. I felt the need to release some of the torturing tension so I started pacing up and down the concrete, pulling on my jet black hair to release some more of the stress which was currently rushing through my veins. My head was racing.

'What am I supposed to do?! Camila would never leave like this.'

No, I knew something bad must have happened to her. I Grabbed the brown eyed girl's purse to look through it but I couldn't find her phone. Reaching into the left pocket of my black jeans I pulled my phone from it, clicking on the first name on my contact list.

I counted the rings anxiously. I didn't know what I was hoping for. Would she be able to pick it up? Would someone else do it for her? Or would the call just reach her mailbox? I leaned my back against the rough brick wall, trying to get rid of the shakiness of my knees. I prayed, hoped, pleaded for her to pick up.

'Come on Camila pick up!'

After fifteen seconds which ticked by so painfully slow the call finally connected.

Flashback June 12,2015

"twenty minutes...I thought you would be faster Lauren. I see you're not as far up her ass as I thought."

In the background you could hear the sound of cars driving by, car honks going off, city traffic. His breath on my ear. I could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke.